Guest post by Marie Hughes I am a perfectionist, and I wanted to be a perfect mom. When I became the mom to an angel—Sadie’s mom—I still found myself striving to be the perfect “grief mom.” That’s very hard. I want to be productive for her, inspiring for her…but I am so sad, and I…

They were calling to me. Like a tug at my chest I felt the physical call to go see them. I’d only been there twice before. Once, six weeks after they died, when I needed proof it hadn’t all been just a terrible nightmare, and again, about 7 months later, when I brought their hand…

Guest post by Kim After Mara died, I spent a lifetime year confronting/realizing/being shocked by/planning for all the things that would hurt as I lived through them without her. Some of them were major milestones and holidays. I knew they were coming and I planned for them in my mind, and pitched myself into them…

I don’t remember the sun shining after we lost her. Days still began and ended, but none of my memories withhold any brightness from the sky. Gray darkness rolled in and remained. Even the clouds agreed with our sadness as their underbelly constantly threatened rain or — maybe tears? Their heaviness mimicked my burden. We were supposed…

You know what I hate? When people compare their losses. I know it’s human. I remember losing Matthew and women telling me they knew how I felt because they’d suffered an early miscarriage and me thinking they were nuts because there was NO comparison. Losing a baby at 8 weeks could not have POSSIBLY hurt…

source What happens when the fear creeps in? What happens when you feel the anxiety taking over? What happens when you have so much joy, you are afraid you aren’t allowed to grieve anymore? I am sure it is different for everyone, but for me, I lost my voice. Last September, less than two weeks…

“Do you want to see her?” The question, for some reason, was odd and unnecessarily forced through tight lips by the nurse with glasses. “What the hell is wrong with you? Of course we want to see her!” My mind screamed with misguided anger. My mouth let out an edited response, “Yes, we would like…